Perched high atop the lumbering beast, he oversees
The weekly feast,
As down below, in dirty streets, his Hi-Viz crew
Prepare the treats
That the behemoth
Chomps and chews and gnaws.
He watches as yellow vests feed the beast from kerb and step and from
Drives left gated.
With the weekly wastes choicest morsels. But it won’t be quenched,
In its giant lust for paper, glass and the food slicked can
That all bear the trace
And are flavoured by
July 30, 2019